Mag-log inWhy did I only notice it now?Ace chuckled—low, knowing."Do your work like a good whore," he murmured, his tone silky but laced with steel. "And show me your devotion, brat."He leaned back, and the pressure of his hands, which had been a constricting comfort around my body, vanished. Like a snake
I blinked, my breath hitching, frustration curling inside my chest."Please…" The whisper left me before I could stop it, before I could hold onto my pride. My head dipped down, shame curling my shoulders inward as I bit down on my lower lip. "Just one kiss. Even a peck."Ace clicked his tongue, th
“Don’t expect me to treat you like a good girl till I believe you’re sorry, Iris,” he murmured, his tone dark and taunting.Before I could process it, his thumb shoved past my lips, forcing them apart. My eyes flew wide, a muffled “Hmph” escaping as my hands shot up, fingers digging into his knees
“Sit on your knees.”…What?I froze.My smile slipped, and a soft “Huh?” escaped me before I could stop it.The warmth I’d felt a second ago twisted into something heavier, sharper, and I blinked at him, caught off guard.“You heard me, my sweet whore,” he said, leaning back with a smirk that stretc
I clenched my fists, inhaling sharply before narrowing my eyes at him.This man.This man would kill me.My fingers tugged at my top, pulling it back down as I tried to piece together what just happened.Why did he stop?I gulped, my throat dry, my body still traitorously warm. Ace smirked, draping
I sputtered, fisting my hands.“Boss,” Joy’s voice cut through my humiliation.“Wouldn’t Hudson sir be angry about what you just did to his sister? Should we, uh, step outside?”Ace didn’t even spare her a glance.“No. Stay here and do your work. I’ll do mine,” he said smoothly, like he hadn’t just
"So, Why didn't you buy any gifts? Ace gave you the card," Hudson inquired, a note of curiosity creeping into his voice."Well, he has everything, so I will think of something else," I explained.He nodded his head, understandingly.Ace POV:A muffled scream escaped his trembling lips as I plunged t
Iris POV:"How about a suit?" I suggested while sipping my orange juice."No, he has tons of suits in his closet, but that idiot insists on wearing jeans and shirts every single day," Hudson grumbled.I laughed. "What about a wallet?" I asked.Hudson shook his head, and I slumped back in my seat. L
Responding swiftly, I hurriedly put on my pants, unbuttoned. "It's okay, baby. Deep breaths" I said, lifting her up in a gentle embrace. Navigating carefully around the shattered remnants of glass on the floor, I guided us towards the dining table.Seated at the dining table, I tenderly settled he
Reclining back onto the table, she allowed me to indulge in removing the chocolate from her throat with deliberate slowness. Her hips arched involuntarily, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she panted. Already. "So responsive," I murmured, my frigid fingers finding their way beneath the fabr







